Not everything needs to be wrapped in a 500-word post, but they're still worth a comment or two....

I have a giant file cabinet at home where I store all the information people share that is none of my damned business. Fortunately, it's a virtual file cabinet with infinite capacity, since I seem to be the recipient of TTTTTTTMI.

If I could ever figure out exactly who "they" are, I'd remind "them" that it's my life and "they" should STFU about it.

The worst job in the world belongs to the guy who cleans the bathrooms at the airport. Sisyphus had it easy by comparison.

My retirement spreadsheet is looking better and better as I get closer to death. Not quite sure how I should feel about this one.

I won a case of wine at a charity casino event a while ago, not by being a good gambler, but by being a nice guy. At the end of the evening, all the people I had befriended at the blackjack table gave me their chips and I was suddenly a winner. Who knew how easy it could be to stack the odds in your favor?

I’m always impressed by the old cathedrals in Europe, started by men who knew it would be their grandsons, or great-grandsons, who would be putting the bell in the tower. None of us is going to solve the world’s problems, but if we want our great-grandchildren to have a shot at success, we need to lay the foundation now.

It's not a streak until it's at least six games or months or years in a row. Today, I heard a guy talking about a two-game streak, even though Auric Goldfinger explained quite clearly that twice is just a coincidence.

I feel sorry for people who live in areas where the weather is nice all year. What do they have to talk about when they meet an acquaintance on the bus?

Re weather, get out of that area and see what warmth and blue skies feel like everyday! Some places don't tax you as much for that as Chicago taxes you for s _ _ t weather.

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Sue Katte

6/10/2018 04:32:16 pm

People who live in places where the weather is always nice strike up superficial conversations with strangers on the bus about the city's sports teams. In L.A., where it's sunny all the time, they talk about wildfires and how the ash is on their windshields, or how awful the traffic is on the freeway. And those ex-pats (like my daughter) who live in L.A. now, long for thunderstorms to fall asleep to, or wish for snow at Christmas! The human condition is to never be satisfied with the status quo.

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David Brimm

6/11/2018 10:15:05 am

To quote the lyrics from Annie: "It's a hard luck life for us." Stay calm. And stay funny.

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